FROM THE THRESHOLD OF A DREAM THEY CALLED …

 

(from the Spanish of Antonio Machado)

From the threshold of a dream they called …
It was the good voice, the voice I love …
‘Tell me, will you come with me to see the soul?’ …
A caress reached my heart.

‘With you, any time.’ And in my dream
I went down a long, empty corridor,
conscious of the rustle of her robe,
the soft pulse of her tender hand.

Translation © James Munro

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